LEFTY’S CHANCE COMES
Al Ogan, the promising cub first baseman and captain of the Yannigans,
was not a bad fellow at heart. He had been as disgusted as any of his
companions at Locke’s apparently inexcusable behavior which had lost
them the first game with the regulars, and had joined heart and soul in
the cold ignoring of the southpaw twirler from that time forth. But at
the end of three or four days, during which he had watched Lefty’s work
closely, he began to wonder whether he was right or not.
“Maybe he was sick or something that day,” he thought to himself late
one morning, as he stood watching Lefty pitching to Buck Fargo. “He
hasn’t been the same chap since. He’s certainly got smoke, and he can
put the stuff on the pill when he tries.”
Presently a bit of friendly joshing between Locke and Fargo, in which
Red Pollock and another of the regulars joined, made Ogan still
more thoughtful. He kept his eyes open during the dinner lay-off,
and at length he realized that Locke was on friendly terms with
almost the entire regular crowd, and actually chummy with the gruff,
rough-and-ready backstop.
“I’ll be hanged if I know how he’s done it,” Ogan thought with some
slight annoyance. “They don’t bother much about the rest of us. I
reckon I must have made a mistake. That bunch would never take up with
a quitter.”
That afternoon he took occasion to speak to Lefty in a careless sort of
way which seemed to indicate he had momentarily forgotten the boycott;
and when Locke answered him without any signs of pique or soreness,
they talked casually for a moment or two.
At the end of the day Manager Brennan called Ogan to him.
“I’m going to try an experiment to-morrow afternoon,” he said shortly.
“We’ll lengthen the game to the full number of innings, and about the
first of the seventh I’ll put Elgin into the box for the regulars. I
want to see what he’ll do with that kind of support.”
Ogan restrained his surprise, and nodded. “I suppose I’d better not use
him early in the game, then?” he said.
“No; take some of the others. He’d better be fresh when he goes in.
The old boys are waking up and beginning to play ball.”
This Ogan had observed the day before with some chagrin. Up to that
time the cubs had won every game except that first one, and had come to
have a pretty good opinion of their ability. Yesterday, however, they
had been unaccountably nosed out in the last inning, while to-day their
defeat had been even worse.
Apparently there was no reason for it. They were in splendid condition
and playing harder than ever. Their opponents did not seem to be
exerting themselves a bit more than they had done from the very first.
They still contented themselves with letting a hit go as a single when
it might have been stretched for two sacks. Time and time again their
pitcher let the bases fill, only to pull out of the hole by some wise
old trick――the product of hard experience――which prevented the cubs
from piling up runs.
Some of the latter did not realize that they were the victims of inside
baseball; that the regulars were regaining and perfecting the teamwork
which was to count for so much a couple of months later on. But they
would learn it soon, for that was the principal reason why they were
there.
As Ogan turned away from the manager a sudden thought flashed into his
brain, and he looked swiftly around. The crowd was streaming toward the
gates, intent on a refreshing bath and supper, but Ogan’s keen eyes
soon singled out Locke in the rear, and in a couple of minutes he had
sprinted over to him.
“Want to go in to-morrow?” he asked abruptly.
A faint flush stained Lefty’s face, but his voice was perfectly
composed as he answered readily:
“I sure do!”
“I’ll put you in at the beginning of the seventh. The old man’s going
to lengthen the game, and wants to run Bert Elgin in to pitch for the
regulars. When he does, you can come out for us. We’ll talk it over
to-morrow.”
That was all he said, but as he walked away Lefty felt as if he could
have hugged the fellow for giving him this chance. To pitch again for
the cubs was enough in itself, but to be pitted against Elgin was more
than he had hoped for; and it was with difficulty that he restrained
the exuberant joy which welled up within him.
He could scarcely wait until supper was over, so eager was he to tell
Janet the good news. She was as pleased as he over it, and they were so
busy planning her coming to the field that she quite forgot the little
hint she had intended dropping of how glad she would be if he and
Elgin would only make up their differences.
The latter had called again the night before and conducted himself so
tactfully that she found him even more pleasant than at first. She
could not believe that either he or Lefty could have done anything
very dreadful. It seemed rather as if there must have been some
misunderstanding to turn them from friends to enemies, and her heart
was set on being the means of bringing them together again. It was only
after Lefty’s departure that she realized her omission and determined
to rectify it on the morrow if even the slightest opportunity presented
itself.